Michelle and Barack Obama walked into the small room where Hillary and her top aide were waiting. Hillary stated in a tone which could only be described as disdain. “Obama. You still won, old friend.”

Obama replied with “Still, "old friend." You've managed to defame everyone else, but like a poor marksman, you kept missing the target.”

Clinton responded with a whimsical “I almost had you.” 

Barack looked around the room and with great animation told her “Ask any political candidate, any real political candidate. It doesn't matter if you win by a super delegate or a million registered voters, winning's winning.”

With a resolute tone Hillary stated “Well, what am I supposed to do? You won't answer my calls, you change your number. I mean, I'm not gonna be ignored, Barack!”

With the same resolute tone Barack told Hillary “You can never be my Vice President!”

Hillary's face was now red with anger. Out of her mouth with purpose came “I'll chase you two 'round the moons of Nibia and 'round the Antares Maelstrom and 'round perdition's flames before I give up.”

Which prompted a quick “You can’t handle the truth!” From Michelle Obama.

Clinton glared at them before letting go with “To the last, I will grapple with thee.”

Barack asked “What's your damage, Hillary?”

Almost most breathless, she spoke with venom “From hell's heart, I stab at thee. For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee.”

With that last out burst by Hillary, the Obamas took a step back. After taking a quick moment to assess her aide's demeanor he replied to Hillary. “You're so sad. You know that, Hillary? Lonely and very sad.”

“Don't you ever pity me, you smug bastard.” Hillary quickly retorted

“You bitch!” Instinctively flew from Michelle's mouth.

Hillary stepped to Michelle's face and started with. “You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? OK.”

Hillary's aide and Barack stepped quickly to separate the two women. With a raised voice Barack told Hillary “I'll pity you... I'll pity you. I'll pity you because you're sick.”

Hillary's “Why? Because I won't allow you to treat me like some slut you can just bang a couple of times and throw in the garbage?” Left both Obama's more than a little puzzled.

So much so it seems as if Barack had trouble finding the words of, “I am not your husb....”

He was cut off by a, “She will not be ignored, Barack,” from Hillary's aide.

Barack reiterated in a stern tone that she could not be his V.P. and then asked what else could he do to get her to concede defeat. Hillary told him “You see Barack, I can deal with the press, and the pundits, and the Republicans. I don't want money, and I don't want platitudes. What I do want is for you to stand there in that Brooks Brothers suit and with your Harvard mouth extend me some fucking courtesy. You gotta ask me nicely.”

Barack put a hand on Hillary's shoulder and lowered his voice before saying “You want to know what's wrong with our political system? It's the love of a lousy title. It's making love of a political position- the cushy job- more important than the love of your country!”

Hillary dropped to her knees and put her face into her hands. As the aide knelt down beside her, Hillary removed her hands from her face and looked up at Barack. Barely holding back the tears, “You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a President. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum Senator, which is what I am, let's face it. It was you, Barack,” she said sadly.

Looking down at the devastated Clinton, Michelle whispered in Barack's ear, “That's how we roll, baby!!”

He whispered back “ Yea, that's right! That's right! We bad!” With that, they exited the room and history was made.

 By B. Bell

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